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  I sighed into his mouth. I could feel the hard length of him straining under his pants and pressing against me. I rocked my hips into him, wanting to feel more.

  “Why not?” he asked again.

  In reply, I reached for him and pulled his mouth down over mine, tasting his perfect lips and sliding my tongue against his. I was hungry for him and didn’t want to spend the time we had answering questions.

  He ended the kiss and pushed my top down over my shoulders, ripping it a bit at the seams. I didn’t care. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts spilled out into his view. He groaned and cupped them both before flicking the nipples with his thumbs.

  “I love your tits,” he growled, pressing them together to suck on both nipples at once. I let out a soft breath as my knees weakened. His touch was everything I wanted, everything I needed.

  Freeing my breasts, he hooked my waistband and pulled both my jeans and panties down. I stepped out of the clothes, spreading my legs when his fingers found me again, wet and so, so ready for him. He sighed. It was a sound filled with need, and it called to me, made me want nothing more than to fulfill it, along with mine.

  He slipped one finger into me, moving it in and out with just enough speed to drive me utterly wild. I moaned his name, my voice weak with arousal and unfulfilled desire.

  “You haven’t answered my question,” he rasped.

  “What question?” I panted, rolling my hips.

  He withdrew his fingers and pulled down his zipper, freeing his rock-hard cock. He took my hand and guided it to touch him. Eagerly, I wrapped my fingers around the warm, hard length of him. My mouth watered. I wanted to taste him, wanted him everywhere at once.

  I started to get on my knees, but he didn’t let me. Instead, he pushed me back against the wall and lifted one of my legs, hooking it around his waist. He started to stroke me again, inserting two fingers into me this time.

  I watched as he fucked me with his fingers, knowing just how to move them to make me desperate.

  “Daphne,” he said roughly, making me meet his heated gaze. “Why haven’t you let anyone play with your tight little cunt?”

  His voice, the way he spoke—it all made me so hot. My pussy clenched around his fingers and I reached for him again, but he pushed my hand away. He drew his fingers out of me and fisted himself, rubbing the head of his cock between my legs, teasing my entrance, and then dragging himself all the way to my clit.

  I was dying with anticipation and want.

  “Tell me why,” he teased, making no move to put me out of my misery.

  I groaned. “Just fuck me already, Jason.”

  He grinned wolfishly and rubbed his cock back to my wet, slippery opening. “Not until you tell me.”

  My hips rolled as I tried to take in more of him, and frustration broke something inside me. I was frantic with need, and I couldn’t wait one more second. “Because no one else makes me feel the way you do.”

  His triumphant grin filled my gaze just as he speared me with his full length, and then I saw nothing, only the stars exploding inside my head. He felt so good—too good. I moaned incoherently, babbling his name like a crazy person. He was like a machine. He lifted my other leg, resting my weight on the wall as he gave me thrust after delicious thrust, taking me higher and higher. My head fell back, and he lowered his head to fill his mouth with my nipple, sucking hard as he fucked me.

  Unbearable pleasure spread from between my legs, taking over my lower belly and my limbs. I bit into his shoulder as my body wound tight then I let go, crying out as he thrust all the way deep inside. Pleasure ripped away all my senses as I exploded in his arms.

  His fingers gripped my skin and his whole body tensed, then as the tension surged and released, he made a sound that was both wild and flush with satisfaction as he emptied himself inside me. He pressed my body to the door, keeping me upright with his strength as my breasts pressed against his chest.

  I kept my eyes closed and wrapped my arms around his neck, as unwilling to break our contact as he seemed to be. Our breathing slowed, and the stars slowly stopped bursting behind my eyes.

  He pulled out of me, making my body tremble with sensitivity and residual pleasure. Slowly, he peeled my legs from around his waist and lowered me to the ground, keeping his hands around my upper arms to steady me until my legs stopped trembling.

  When I was steady on my feet, he adjusted his clothes. He’d barely undressed, so it only took a few moments. It felt weird, standing there with my blouse torn off my shoulders and my jeans and panties lying on the floor, so I pulled my top back up to cover my breasts. He picked up my other items of clothing from the floor and handed them to me. I felt strangely crestfallen as I walked over to sit at the edge of the bed.

  He brushed a hand through his hair and considered me for a moment. “You okay?”

  I lifted my shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Of course.”

  “I guess that’s my cue to leave,” he said, his tone serious.

  I didn’t reply. Instead, I pulled off my top and tossed it on the bed. I found my robe and pulled it on, tying the belt securely around me. I was pissed. Based on experience, I’d never minded being left on my own right after sex, but with Jason, everything was upside down, especially my feelings.

  Jason was still watching me. He was silent, but I felt the weight of his gaze coupled with the spark of the connection that seemed to burn constantly between us. “I thought you were leaving,” I said coldly.

  He muttered a curse. “What is your problem, Daphne?”

  “My problem?” Every single fucking thing between the two of us. “Nothing,” I snapped. “Good night, I guess.”

  He opened the door then stopped and turned back to face me. “What is it you want? Do you want casual sex? Or do you want me to try to convince you to date me like I did last time so you can throw it in my face again?”

  I folded my arms, feeling defensive. “If you’re still so pissed about what I said that night, why are you here, with me? Why aren’t you in Miami having fun with whoever?”

  He made a sound of pure exasperation. “I wasn’t fucking anyone on my business trip, if that’s what you assumed. I want you, Daphne, and there hasn’t been anyone else for me either. As much as I like jerking off to the memory of fucking you, I prefer actually doing it with you than coming in my hand. So yeah, this…zero-commitment, guilt-free thing works for me too.” He trained his eyes on me. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” I said softly. “It’s what I want.”

  “Fine, then it’s what we’ll do.”

  After he had gone, I curled up under my covers, postponing a shower so I could breathe in the memory of his touch and the spicy male scent he’d left on my skin. I barely even noticed that he hadn’t put the frame up after all. I barely noticed anything at all. I just knew something had shifted, and now I knew for sure that I wanted more from Jason, much more than I’d ever thought I could want from any man.

  Chapter Four

  “I thought Jason was going to hang that frame for you last night,” Amy said the next afternoon. I was making a spaghetti stir-fry with lots of vegetables. It was one of the few things I knew how to cook really well, and I took great pride in it.

  “He had to leave,” I lied, hoping my face didn’t betray all the other things he’d helped me with. I felt terrible about lying to Amy, but for now, I just couldn’t see a way around it. Telling her I was kind of using her brother for sex seemed as bad as not telling her the truth.

  “I’ll put it up,” she offered. “Just tell me where.”

  “Thanks.” I smiled. “You’re sweet and I don’t deserve you.”

  “Awww…” She smiled. “That’s only slightly true.”

  I chuckled. “So, how’s Colin?”

  “He’s great,” she said with a sigh. “His company is sending him to London for a week—a week!”

  “Aww.” I gave her a sympathetic smile. “Seven days will go by faster than yo
u expect.”

  “I hope so. At least I’ll be able to catch up on my work.” She yawned and switched on the TV, flipping through a couple of options on the streaming channel. “My mom called, and she said to say hi to you, and that she’s looking forward to seeing you again whenever you decide you want some peace and quiet.”

  “Oh.” I was pleased but taken aback. “That’s great.”

  Amy shrugged.” What’re you doing later today?” she asked.

  “Gimme a minute.” My phone was buzzing. I deftly opened the messenger app while stirring the veggies on the heated wok with my other hand.

  The message was from Jason.

  Come over and spend the night, it said simply.

  Heat flared in my core. Just a text from him and my body was already burning with need.

  I can’t. I have work tomorrow, I typed back.

  Studies show that you’re more productive at work when you have multiple orgasms the night before.

  I pulled in a breath as my legs weakened.

  Studies shows that most studies are bullshit.

  Funny, he replied with two laughing emojis. Then, Come over. I want to taste you.

  I stared at the words, unable to think of anything else but his tongue between my legs. My food was going to burn.

  Pack an overnight bag, or not. I got you a couple of Mondays worth of clothes, and sexy lingerie I am planning to peel off you.

  Jesus!

  I’m coming to pick you up. Six. Be ready.

  I knew without question that I was going to go with him.

  I could barely see what I was doing as I stirred the pasta into the sautéed vegetables and meat.

  “Smells good,” Amy said, giving me a small smile. “I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with Colin and it seems like we hardly ever get to talk or just hang out. I thought we could…you know, hang out tonight.”

  “Oh…” I frowned. “I don’t mind that you spend a lot of your time with the guy you’re so crazy about you can’t see straight.”

  She laughed. “But still…”

  “And we talk,” I added. “We talk and hang out.”

  “Yeah, but not like before.” She grimaced. “I don’t even know what happened with the guy you met at Wild Things. I don’t know if you’ve met anyone else or if you’re doing your alone thing again.”

  “I…” My web of lies was starting to get sticky. “Actually…I am seeing someone, and I’m meeting him for a drink tonight. I was just about to tell you that.”

  Except both the guy from Wild Things and the guy I was meeting were one person—her brother.

  “That’s great!” Amy said. “Anyone I know?”

  I shook my head and added another lie. “Just some guy.”

  “Okay.” She settled on a psychological drama and hit play. “I’ll just watch TV and stuff myself with stir-fry.” She laughed. “I’m actually looking forward to it.”

  I made two plates and handed one to her, but I could barely eat. I was counting the minutes till seeing Jason. Amy lost interest in the drama after a while, so after lunch, she took out her computer and started editing some images.

  Ordinarily, I would have found a book to read, something interesting and pleasant and sufficiently romantic, but all my book boyfriends paled in comparison with Jason.

  With a few hours to go, I went to get ready.

  I picked a dress, something short so it wouldn’t be in the way. I slipped on tiny satin and lace panties and a matching bra then, on second thought, discarded the panties. I brushed my hair, stained my lips with pink gloss, and then touched perfume to my nape and under my ears.

  I was ready long before Jason arrived, and by the time I got his message saying he was parked around the corner, I was almost pacing. I dashed out of my room, coming to a stop in the living room when I saw that Amy had fallen asleep on the couch.

  I paused long enough to remove her laptop from her lap and place it on the end table, then I arranged one of the throw pillows under her head, switched off the TV, and went to find a blanket to cover her with.

  She smiled in her sleep and murmured a barely audible thank you.

  I ignored the swell of guilt I felt about lying to her then retrieved my purse and phone and continued my journey to meet Jason.

  I walked toward his car, he leaned over to open the passenger door. I slid inside and gave him a cool once-over. Of course, I felt far from cool and calm, and of course, he looked good enough to eat.

  “Hey, hottie.” He gave me a languid glance. “You look good.”

  “Thanks,” I replied, drinking in the sight of him. “I’d say the same about you, but you already know.”

  He laughed softly and started the engine.

  I expected him to drive straight to his apartment, but he didn’t. He took a few turns then slid the car into the entryway of a private lounge and bar I’d never heard of, handing the keys over to a valet before he led me inside with his hand placed at the small of my back.

  “I thought we were going to your place,” I said, curious.

  “We were,” he admitted. “I’ve been thinking of fucking you all day, but that can wait while I get to hang out in public with a total babe.” He gave me an appreciative glance and mimed a wolf-whistle.

  I giggled and rolled my eyes at the insinuation that finding hot girls to hang out with could ever be a problem for him, but I was almost excessively and embarrassingly pleased at the compliment. “Hey,” I drawled, “I’m not some possession you get to show off.”

  He only smiled, and his hand at my back moved lower, coming to rest on the curve of my hip. A hostess in a sexy minidress led us to a semi-private booth, and Jason slid in after me. “Don’t be impatient,” he told me. “I’m still going to fuck you…and taste you. I keep my promises.”

  I exhaled audibly and distracted myself by looking around. There was muted jazz music coming from the speakers, and the seats were all a plush scarlet color. Art pieces hung on the dark mahogany walls, and many of the other guests looked like the kinds of people one saw in Fortune 500-type magazines.

  The hostess took our drink orders, and as soon as she left us, Jason lowered his hand to my thigh and caressed it lightly, slowly moving it higher and higher.

  I held his gaze. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish right here,” I warned.

  He chuckled. “Don’t dare me.”

  My lips parted. “You wouldn’t.”

  He didn’t reply, but he removed his hand from my thigh and picked up the food menu. I did the same and selected a light serving of cheese puffs and a chocolate dessert. The waiter returned with our drinks and took our food orders.

  I sipped on my vodka-based fruity cocktail. It was delicious. “I like the music,” I said appreciatively. “What is this place anyway?”

  “Just a quiet lounge I like to enjoy.”

  A spark of jealousy lit in my chest when I thought that he probably had enjoyed it with other women, but who was I to judge?

  He was drinking whiskey, neat. He sloshed the drink in his glass, making the amber liquid catch the light, before raising it to his lips. I imagined how his lips would taste of good whiskey when we kissed.

  “I like this place,” I said, dragging my eyes from his lips. “I like how old-world it feels.”

  Jason smiled. “Me too.”

  The music changed to something with a faster tempo, making me move my body to the rhythm. I felt like a flapper in a twenties speakeasy. “I want to dance,” I said dreamily.

  He gave me a long, level look then surprised me by downing his drink and getting up. “All right then,” he said. “Let’s dance.”

  I gasped, but I took a big sip of my drink for fortification then took his hand and allowed him to lead me clear of the tables. He drew me to him then twirled me around. We moved together in perfect rhythm. I knew from our night at Wild Things that he was a good dancer, but I hadn’t anticipated just how aroused dancing with him would make me.

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p; We danced for a while, laughing at the attention we were getting. The tempo of the music slowed somewhat, and Jason curved his hands around my waist, bringing me closer to him as he slid them down over my hips.

  His hands froze, and he straightened. “I think that’s enough,” he said. “We should head back to the table.”

  “Why?” I pouted. “I like dancing with you.”

  He chuckled in my ear. “I have another kind of dancing in mind right now, and if we stay here, we’re going to give these people a show they might never forget.”

  I laughed weakly as anticipation flooded me, and I followed him back to our table. As we settled into our seats, the waiter brought our food and new drinks. I sucked on my straw and turned a teasing glance at Jason as he slid one hand up my thigh, straight to the juncture between my legs.

  “I noticed you’re missing a crucial piece of underwear.”

  “Am I?” I replied coyly, lifting a cheese puff to my lips. I took a bite and moaned at the delicious taste then licked my lips and smiled at Jason. “These are delicious.”

  “Are they?” He slid a finger between my folds and started to stroke my sensitive flesh. Under the table, my legs fell open. “Daphne,” he said softly, “did you choose to go bare on purpose to drive me crazy?”

  “Actually”—I licked my lips again—“I slid on a very sexy, very silky thong I imagined you would rip off with your teeth.”

  His voice was husky. “And then?”

  I swallowed a small moan. “Then I thought, why not make it so there wouldn’t be anything in your way?”

  His eyes glinted dangerously. “I should have taken you straight home.”

  I bit my lip as his fingers created small bursts of pleasure between my legs. “A man of your experience can handle a girl with no panties, surely.”

  He laughed softly and raised his drink to his lips. “When that girl is you…I don’t know.” He spread my thighs a bit more so he had full access to the warm heat between my legs.